unknown tones

You travel through the maze around my heart; paths I have never seen and hold no hope of discovering. 

You leave no crumbs to follow, and

I am left chasing remnants and ghouls.

Your boots are constructed of armor;

heavy step, duty step, snap to.

Mates stand at attention; while I run up hills your legs are to heavy to climb.

When the shadow puppets
retire to their houses, and the masters fold stories inside old books;

I will sneak through the pages, and erase your name.

Before the ink dries, and new words find homes they can barely afford, I will take the music you stole and replace the bitter soundtrack

with the color of a summer breeze,

and the sound of a brilliant sunrise.